One of my heroes was my Aunt Mary. She had a great sense of humor. She has passed from this earthy life in body but her laughter and stories have remained. During the visitation and funeral, our family was gathering the remembered tall tales she had shared through the years. My brother remembered an incident that demonstrated her ability to laugh at herself.
As the story goes:
There had been a terrible accident on the interstate Aunt Mary drove to get to the hospital where she worked as a nurse. Traffic was not moving at all and a long stand still was in the future. She desperately needed to go to the restroom. Spying the wooden trash box her husband custom built that sat on the drive shaft hump on the front floor board, she had an idea. The trash box looked like a porta-potty to her. It also was a better option than getting out with all the drivers stopped and able to watch a road-side pit stop. She carefully positioned herself atop the make-shift toilet and relieved herself. Only afterwards did she notice the truck driver in the cab above able to see her whole ordeal. She also discovered that her aim had been off and her scrubs were soaked.
Here’s the hero part: When she finally got to work, she stepped into a supply closet, changed into a spare pair of pants and reported to duty, relaying her experience with laughter and without inhibition.
People are people and will do crazy people things. We can’t get “wadded up in our underwear” over those things. We should laugh at ourselves and move on.
What’s your story of humor?
Now is your time to laugh at yourself and let us join you! Share in the comments below.